Take responsibility for me

“Chenyang is right.” Wu Luoyu nodded in strong agreement. “Asheng’s figure does not fit Gaoqiu’s image.”

"Let's wear a floral shirt, that way it won't ruin the character," Lu Chenyang suggested.

The suggestion was quickly adopted, and Yu Sheng even added a chipped metal necklace herself. The props and makeup team put in a lot of effort on Yu Sheng, finally achieving a satisfactory effect.

"One more take, please," Wu Luoyu said into the walkie-talkie.

"Scene 27 of 'Shattered Light,' shot one, second take, action!"

Starting afresh, Gao Qiu, wearing a cheap floral shirt, strolled up to Qi Jia. After sizing up the girl, he deliberately craned his neck and stood on tiptoe to check the direction of the alley entrance, making sure no one was passing by or paying attention. Only then did he bend down and tilt his head to meet Qi Jia's downcast and averted eyes.

“Little sister, all alone… Hey, I’m talking to you.” Gao Qiu was still crouching down, his eyes half-closed as he stared at Qi Jia, whose expression was unnatural.

After receiving no response for a while, Gao Qiu smacked his lips twice, slowly straightened up, and the roguish smile on his face gradually faded. "Speak!"

The sudden increase in volume startled Qi Jia, causing her to shudder and shrink against the wall, her eyes instantly reddening. Clutching the hem of her school uniform with one hand and supporting herself against the wall with the other, she shakily retreated. The high hill before her now felt like a monstrous flood ready to devour her.

A good actor can move the emotions of their co-stars, and Lu Chenyang deeply understood the meaning of this statement. He couldn't praise Yu Sheng's character, but he had to admire her acting skills. She was an actor with penetrating and infectious power.

Without any pretense, Wu Tong's emotions were easily stirred. He guessed that a portion of it was genuinely frightened by Yu Sheng, because he himself had been startled just now.

"Little sister, did I scare you?" Gao Qiu bent down again, a roguish smile creeping up his eyes once more. He licked his cheek with his tongue, his voice deliberately softened in an affected manner. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to borrow some money from you. Don't worry, I'll repay you a hundredfold when I become successful."

"I...I have no money...Don't...don't look for me." Qi Jia's already sickly pale face had completely lost its color. She didn't dare to look up, like an ostrich burying its head in its wings when it encountered danger.

"What are you hiding for!" Qi Jia kept shrinking back. Gao Qiu raised his voice again, his eyes wide, his jaw muscles taut. This time it wasn't a threat; he was genuinely angry at this seemingly gentle but actually sharp-tongued girl.

Gao Qiu reached out and grabbed Qi Jia's arm with great force, while his other hand reached into Qi Jia's pants pocket.

Her lips began to tremble, and the sounds in her throat were intermittent, like a dying animal begging the hunter for a shred of nonexistent sympathy.

"Bang!" The wind from the punch swept past.

"Holy shit!" Yu Sheng felt like he had been hit by a train traveling at full speed. His body flew to the side, and he tasted a metallic sweetness in his mouth. His cheekbones, arms, and knees all hurt. His whole body ached.

Lu Chenyang is going all out!

He had exerted himself for a long time, and his limbs felt like freshly cooked noodles. He was already enduring the discomfort of a hangover, and now he was suffering from this serious injury. Yu Sheng felt frustrated and wanted to cry.

But the director didn't yell "cut," so he remained in Gaoqiu.

He finally got up from the ground, swaying and leaning against the wall to steady himself. He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground. The punch had hit his lip, cutting his teeth. The injury wasn't serious, but it looked intimidating.

Across from them, the "two siblings" were hugging each other. The brother kept patting his sister's back and whispering something to comfort her. The sister's eyes were red, and she glared at him angrily.

Damn it, not to mention Gao Qiu, Yu Sheng was also very angry at this moment. He shouted out his true feelings without any acting: "Damn it! You little brat, do you know who I am? Don't you know? I'll kill you."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, even angrier, "What a fucking handsome face I have, if you break it, can you afford to pay for it?"

This line was added by Yu Sheng on the spot. Lu Chenyang also realized that he was really angry. The punch just now was supposed to be a feint, but for some reason Yu Sheng didn't fall down with the momentum. Facing the camera, his serious and focused demeanor didn't allow him to be distracted, and he continued to deliver his lines with great professionalism.

"Beating someone like you, a scoundrel and a scoundrel, is too lenient. If I see you again..." he said, waving his fist menacingly.

"Fine, you're something else." Gao Qiu gritted his teeth, turning back every few steps. "You just wait, you little brat, I'll remember you."

"Cut! That was great, so realistic." Wu Luoyu clapped happily, not forgetting to check on Yu Sheng's injuries, "Quick, quick, get the medical staff to check on Little Yu, make sure he doesn't get infected."

Lu Chenyang instinctively wanted to follow, but the medical staff and assistants had already surrounded Yu Sheng before him. Through the gaps in the crowd, he met Yu Sheng's gaze, and the moment their eyes met, he stopped in his tracks.

The man's gaze was like a spiderweb, damp with rain and on the verge of crumbling, silently entangling his limbs and bones. His red-rimmed eyes were misty, a thin veil draped over his pupils, and his eyelashes trembled as if caught in a spiderweb.

He took a step forward, the shimmering water trembled, shattered silently, and then the person left.

"Sigh..." Lu Chenyang began, but his voice choked in his throat, carrying a strange bitterness.

He should check on it, but what if he's faking it again? The time he pretended to be drunk at the hotel, the time he acted pitiful at the research institute—wasn't his acting flawless every time?

But the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth were too glaring, and the abrasions on his cheekbones were heartbreakingly red. Even if it was acting, it didn't seem necessary to be so cruel to himself.

Standing at the door of the lounge, he clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly. Forget it, whether it's true or not, he's the one who hurt the person, so he bears responsibility.

Lu Chenyang spent half a day mentally preparing himself, going over all the possibilities in his mind that Yu Sheng might be unreasonable and take the opportunity to act like a scoundrel. Then, he made pre-emptive preparations, just like when he was learning how to apprehend a 'target' at police academy.

But the expected scenario didn't happen. Pushing open the door, the "target" sat there quietly, legs bent and together, heels on the edge of the chair, arms wrapped around his knees, his injured face raised as the makeup artist removed his makeup.

After removing the yellowish foundation, his underlying skin glowed a pale, cold white. His cheekbones were a raw, red welt, and his lip was swollen, making him look rather pitiful. Lu Chenyang recalled that look from earlier, carefully analyzing it, and realized there seemed to be a hint of resentment in it.

After finishing her work, the makeup artist instructed Yu Sheng to apply medicine to her wound on time and not to get it wet before leaving.

Only the two of them remained in the lounge. Yu Sheng buried her head in her knees and arms, looking completely unwilling to communicate.

The contingency plan for dealing with the "target person" was put on hold because the "target person" turned out to be an injured and withdrawn stray cat.

Even though the police officer had repeatedly warned him not to trust this cunning, acting cat, Lu Chenyang still walked over and gently patted his shoulder, "Sorry about earlier..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person huddled up suddenly raised their head, and a pair of tearful eyes came into his view. Their eyelashes were wet and drooping, the tip of their nose was red, and small tears were stubbornly held back at the corners of their eyes.

"Do you really hate me?" he asked, his lips trembling, his voice soft and choked with emotion.

Lu Chenyang was stunned. The alertness he felt before entering the room had begun to dull, and now he was starting to panic. He had never encountered this situation before. "I..."

"You just hate me," Chen Shu said firmly, his tone unwavering.

To Lu Chenyang, the trembling voice sounded like a crime pinned on him, with the words "bullying the weak and hurting people's hearts" written all over his head, an indelible stain.

Yu Sheng's red-rimmed, choked-up appearance made Lu Chenyang feel uneasy; it felt like there was a lemon-flavored marshmallow stuck in his throat. He couldn't bear to see others get hurt because of him, no matter who that person was.

"Please don't hate me, okay? I really like you." Yu Sheng rested her chin on her knees, tilted her head slightly, and looked up at him, her watery eyes unblinking.

Lu Chenyang always stood three steps away from Yu Sheng, looking down at her. From this angle, Yu Sheng looked like a wronged child, wanting comfort and care from an adult but too afraid to get close, only able to cautiously probe.

Were those tears real or fake?

If it's fake, it only shows that the performer's skills are poor and they can't see any trace of acting.

If it's true... well, whether it's true or not, let's just treat it as a joke. After all, he's not completely wicked.

“Okay, I don’t hate you.” The kind-hearted Officer Lu still chose to compromise. He sat down next to Yu Sheng. “It was wrong of me to hurt you, and I should apologize.”

Yu Sheng buried her face in her arms again, hiding it tightly and completely.

"What's wrong?" Lu Chenyang asked. "Does it still hurt?"

"Ugh, it hurts." Actually, he wasn't in pain anymore; compared to before, this little injury was insignificant, and he was used to it. He wanted to laugh, but couldn't hold it in, so he buried his face where Lu Chenyang couldn't see and secretly laughed.

How could his "little ingredient" be so easily fooled, so kind-hearted? A few tears, a few soft words—if only I had known, I wouldn't have risked taking that punch.

The two actors finalized their coordination for the conflict scene during rehearsals. Yu Sheng used realism as bait, instructing Lu Chenyang to maintain power and speed when throwing a punch, striking close to Lu Chenyang's side to avoid the common mistake of using positioning to create a large gap that loses realism.

Lu Chenyang agreed, but when filming actually started, Yu Sheng not only didn't use the camera angle to dodge, but also subtly moved forward to meet Lu Chenyang's punch, ultimately achieving her goal of getting injured.

The wicked stray cat finally finished chuckling. He looked up and asked hesitantly, "Are you apologizing for injuring me this time, or for the last two times?"

The last two times? Lu Chenyang quickly gathered information in his mind, but before he could respond, he heard the other person continue to whisper, "You don't need to apologize. If it's because of this time, it's because I didn't cooperate with you well, it has nothing to do with you. If it was the previous two times, you don't need to apologize at all."

"I..." Lu Chenyang really had no experience in dealing with this situation. His eyes glanced at the anti-inflammatory ointment on the table, as if he had grasped a lifeline. "You, you should apply the ointment quickly, so the wound doesn't get infected."

“You help me. You took the hit, so you’re responsible,” Yu Sheng said matter-of-factly.